Carry on, yea

Thought I was lookin' good

So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood

Was invited by a skinny girl

Into her high class world

Left my bicycle under the stairs

Laid my coat across the kosher chairs

Made my way across the crowded room

I had nothing to lose

My reception wasn't very keen

So turning on a friendly grin

Stood on the table with my glass of gin

And came straight to the point

I was glad to come

I'll be sad to go

So while I'm here

I'll have me a real good time

I was glad to come

I'll be sad to go

So while I'm here

I'll have me a real good time, oh

Dancing madly round the room, yeah

Singing loudly and sorta' out of tune

Was escorted by a friendly slag

'Round the bedroom and back

Wandered up across to the door

Missed my step and I fell on the floor

Said one word and I was asked to leave

Kinda' wish I was dead

I was glad to come

And I'll be so sad to leave

So while I was here

I'll had me a real good time

Oh my

The skinny girl made it clear

That she only came here for the beer

That's the thing, oh yea

The vicar, he simply reeked of gin, oh God

On my way home I happened to fall off my bicycle, good party

I was glad to come

But I was also glad to get home, yea